Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

It was really anyone's guess how a box of dish soap wound up on the counter at Demon Marcus today. After all, the person that the dish soap had once been had definitely fallen asleep in his bed on Friday night, and boxes of dish soap didn't generally do much moving around.

Well. Not unless someone blew on a whistle, anyhow.

The point of the matter was, someone had to open the shop today, as it was no place for loafers. And the store was cleaner than it had been in ages, presumably because Mr. Sparkle was disrespectful to dirt. Couldn't you see that he was serious?

For lucky best-shopping, use Mr. Sparkle!

[OOC: Because AWESOME POWER, that's why. Sparkle's just a box of dish soap flakes, but Demon Marcus is open for all of your highly specific moddable clothes shopping needs!]

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[lockestheway]

A young man wearing a snake around his neck entered the shop. He seemed to have no particular interest in any of the clothes surrounding them. No, his brooding gaze was set on--

--the counter, behind which he sat down, his arms on its solid surface right next to the box of Mr. Sparkle. He looked around warily, like a terrified deer.

After a respectable amount of time, he suddenly veered up. "I will not be the person I am expected to be any more!" he proclaimed to no one in particular, tipped over the box of dish soap, and stalked out of the store.

Some clothes fell off the racks while he did so.